Love loss

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

"BRIANNA! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWNSTAIRS! NOW!"

Opening one eye I turn my head to look at my clock on the night stand. 7:45am

"Shit!" I whisper, rushing out of bed and running down the stairs to the kitchen. I must've slept through my alarm, dads going to be pissed... it was a blur from then on. One minute i was running the next I was face first to the hard wood floor. I turn my head to look up at my dad who was hovering over me with a stink eye, this can't be good.

I pull myself up as slow as i can then look down at the floor to avoid eye contact, i hate seeing that look of dissapointment in his eyes. But I've grown use to it.

"I..I-I, I'm sorry i over slept.. it.. I promise it wont happen again." I say, mentally cursing myself. Closing my eyes i let in a deep breath. I sound like a wimp.

That's because you are!

That stupid voice in my head said. God dammit, the voice has really bad timing!

I open my eyes in time to see my father raise his hand and slap me hard across the face, I let out a small cry and bring my hand to my right cheek. My burning cheek makes tears show up already, but I blink them away. Be Strong. That one thought kept them from coming. 

I looked up to my father and met his cold stare, while his reflected hate and dissapointment mine probably showed the pain I was in, emotionly and physcially. But he didn't seem to care.

Instead he grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls me closer to him so were eye to eye.                     "Ahh.. dad... your hurting.." I get cut of by the sob that comes out of my mouth, my tears were now falling freely from my eyes. But that's the last thing I was worried about. 

That just made him more mad. He grabbed me harder and pushed me into the wall where I fell to the floor. He started to kick me like he was playing soccer, trying to get each ball in the net. Harder and harder.

This time there's no holding back , I let everything out. I sream and cry at the top of my lungs but he doesn't seem to care at all. When he takes the final kick to my stomach is when I start to cough out some blood. 

He bends down and grabbed me by the hair, bringing my face up to his. His breath hit me like a ton of bricks. Alochol.He's piss drunk, again. But I can't say im surprised.

His breathing is heavy and strong, is face is full of hate. For me.

"Don't call me that ever again! I am not your father! Not anymore. You lost me the same day you lost her, you are nothing to me." He sneered at me.

With that he drops me head hard on the floor with a thud, walks to the front door and leaves. Once I hear the car start I know he won't be back today or tomorrow, he might not even be back for the rest of the week.But that didn't matter to me at the moment. I lay there in a fetus postison for hours maybe before I black out.

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I wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. 

Damn you phone I'm sleeping here! But it won't stop, not five minutes after it stoped did it start again. Jezz. No ones home. I thought to myself but that doesn't stop whoevers calling. I open my eyes to find myself on the floor with a small pool of blood next to my mouth. I use my hands to push myself up so that I'm leaning against the wall. I lay my head against the wall and bring slowy bring up my knees with my hand on my stomach.

what happened?

As I think that everything comes rushing back in my head, that send more tears coming out of my eyes, more water falling out the a water fall. All the pain and fear I'm feeling comes out in uncontrolable sobs. All i could hear throughout the house were the echos of my sobs.